A Man Will Never Forget... How A Woman Smells... 🌹 - a Blog Post by Paulxx001

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A Man Will Never Forget... How A Woman Smells... 🌹

Corralled by a memory captured in a familiar scent, he twisted his head to see who had passed his table. All he witnessed… were wisps of her blond hair.

It waved through the crowded bar past a throng of suited men; who each in turn, flung their chins to the side and watched her stride by. In times past he would have followed her strut, to see where she landed. Seasons had lapsed - since he’d had a kindred urge. Had he matured or perhaps…just grown tired? The last time he’d tracked such an appetite, it lead him to hopeless slavery of his own lust. It was a passion which morphed into love; one he barely wanted to recall.

He’d rarely ventured out since she’d left him. Friends had dragged him out to celebrate an occasion and he was flung into a familiar place where phantom gaiety… was served in a bottle. He excused himself from their laughter and made his way to the door. A cool breath of air might clear his head and put him in a better mood.

He stepped into the night and stood under the misty haze of an orange light. And there she was - posing alone - near a sign that read, ‘Valet’. Her black dress framed her sleek figure as she peered into the dimly lit street. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and ventured over.

“Quite the party in there; we’ve never met. My name is Chris. Do you know the bride-to-be or the groom?”

“Neither,” she laughed. “I was supposed to meet a friend, but I didn’t know there was more than one bar in town with this logo painted on the front. My name is Lindsey,” she smiled warmly and extended her hand.

Her dark eyes captured his a second before her bouquet, traced a path to another reflex. “You probably wanted the one in the east end. I’ve made the same mistake,” he lied as he chuckled. Her phone rang - she turned to answer. When she turned back her demeanour had changed and a tiny frown had curled around her red lips.

“Well… It seems like my plans have been altered. Looks like I’ll just be heading home,” and as she spoke, the valet had pulled up with her car.

He thought quickly. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Would you like to go for a bite to eat,” he queried hopefully.

She paused before she replied;” What about… your party?”

“They’ll hardly miss me. I barely know the couple and I came alone.”

Lindsey flashed an approving smile and motioned to her car. “Shall we Chris? Are you good at giving directions? I’m new in this city and I suck at figuring out all the silly street signs.”

He laughed as he nestled into the passenger seat. As she closed her door her essence overpowered his logic, in a familiar way. He promised himself months ago that he would never again let his nose lead him astray. He was willing to take a chance that THIS time – it wouldn’t.
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